Lights & Shadows

Lights & Shadows

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Romance
"Lights and Shadows, that's all she can see. I'm sorry" the doctor placed the forms she held in her hands on the table and looked at the woman sitting in front of her. She wasn't young, but not too old either. Her black hair covered her face, especially her tired eyes. The woman looked at her eight-year-old daughter, aware that her life had been shattered. The same girl who hadn't yet understood her fate and thought she was in a dream. Eleven years later - Since the day the doctor told Camille and her mother that her vision might not return, Matild didn't give up and slowly let her go, allowing Camille to become more independent. After a few months, Matild resigned from her job and started teaching Camille herself. It was hard work, but Matild wanted to take care of Camille while still believing that it was time to send her to a regular school at the age of sixteen. At first, Camille struggled to find friends or receive help, but after a year, she met Alexander. Alexander was an average boy, he had friends, and he was smart. Exactly the perfect boy to introduce to the parents. At first, he was also taken aback by Camille, but after they had to work together on a project in science, the two became the best of friends. And here is Camille today, studying at the University of Paris, still living with her mother because she couldn't be completely independent, even though she spends most of her day reading by the Seine River or in cafes with Alexander. She is fully prepared to take another step in her independent life and give her mother some rest.
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Paris. The city of lights. The city of love. The city where Samuel Gavin Hernandez is located. Working in a small corner coffee shop, his job wasn't all that bad. Besides inhaling the smoke of men outside the shop and the annoying flirty baristas he had to keep in check, his job motivated his life. He was working there to be able to raise enough money to fly to America, specifically where his sister Olivia Hernandez lived. After receiving news that his condition was getting better, Sam could almost see his future. Almost. If it wasn't for trying to earn money and working late shifts for said money, his condition would have stayed the same. But now, he had to make a choice. Leave work and live a better life. Or, keep working, live with his sister, but possibly risk the idea of a home. Sam doesn't want to make this decision. As time flies past him, he lets a girl he usually serves at the shop stay with him at his apartment because she ran away from her rich family. Noticing how he differs from others, she offers him help. She has a dream to work as a famous designer in America, and if the two worked together, they'd both get what they want. This is a book of an adolescent trying to find a home, no matter the cost; life or limb, danger or abandonment. But what if something interfered with their story? Would he find his home? Would she find her freedom? We wouldn't know. And with that, let's get the story going, shall we? Let's find home. ~~~ Fuck. I promised after my bitch ex that I wouldn't fall. But guess who's been pushed off the cliff? This stupid little shit. "Though," Rebecca continued, her left hand to her mouth to hold in a giggle, "you don't seem like a romantic type. So, I hope I've fallen righteously." As I looked down at her, my gaze lowered to stare at her beautiful eyes. My hand moved to hold hers, our fingers lacing together. I hope so too.

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